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I have a mother who has been homeless going on ten years she is 65 now. Her poor money choices, mental illness and a meth and pill habit have led to her being unable to stay in stable housing. We are not in contact but I occasionly get word of her where abouts through a church that helps her out. As her daughter this is a huge burden and breaks my heart daily. Being in the same town as her I am constantly keeping an eye out for her but would not know what to do if I saw her or I often mistake other homeless women as her. I keep waiting for word that she's really sick in the hospital or dead. I am a mother now and I never know what to say when my son or anyone else askes me about her. I used to have hope that she could change her situation but know now that this is her life and it will not ever change.

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